At first I noticed that Brooklynn's stuffed animals started showing up with bandaids on them.

I thought "very cute" and wondered what she had witnessed that presented the need for TLC. Then I noticed that she was enclosing them in plastic baggies.

I thought "hmmm, a bit morbid" . . . However, I soon realized what I'd missed all along. This was a display of a passionate feud between two parties: Brooklynn . . . and Mesa.

How a 3 year old figured out that the dog wouldn't touch her things if they were encased in plastic, I don't know.
But it seems to be working . . . so this is how I find things EVERYWHERE in the house.

Long live Tinker Bell and her magic powers.